Thursday 22 March 2012

The Female of the Species...

is more deadlier than the male.

More fabulous fun from 'Copplestone Castings' and only fitting given these enlightened times in which we are all fortunate to live; after all to a bipedal, cretaceous carnosaur we all taste the same!  I'm afraid to admit that I just couldn't resist matching the flower tufts to the ladies' outfits.

Fabulous darling, fabulous! 

Having made reference to Mr. Kipling's work it only seems right and proper to reproduce it here.  First published in 1911, the poem courts with controversy, particularly with regard to the author's observation of woman's greater courage and single-mindedness.  

 The Female of the Species

When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, 
He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail. 
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

When Nag the basking cobra hears the careless foot of man, 
He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can. 
But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail. 
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
When the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choctaws, 
They prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the squaws. 
'Twas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark enthusiasts pale. 
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

Man's timid heart is bursting with the things he must not say, 
For the Woman that God gave him isn't his to give away; 
But when hunter meets with husbands, each confirms the other's tale— 
The female of the species is more deadly than the male.

Man, a bear in most relations—worm and savage otherwise,— 
Man propounds negotiations, Man accepts the compromise. 
Very rarely will he squarely push the logic of a fact 
To its ultimate conclusion in unmitigated act.

Fear, or foolishness, impels him, ere he lay the wicked low, 
To concede some form of trial even to his fiercest foe. 
Mirth obscene diverts his anger—Doubt and Pity oft perplex 
Him in dealing with an issue—to the scandal of The Sex!

But the Woman that God gave him, every fibre of her frame 
Proves her launched for one sole issue, armed and engined for the same; 
And to serve that single issue, lest the generations fail, 
The female of the species must be deadlier than the male.

She who faces Death by torture for each life beneath her breast 
May not deal in doubt or pity—must not swerve for fact or jest.
These be purely male diversions—not in these her honour dwells— 
She the Other Law we live by, is that Law and nothing else.

She can bring no more to living than the powers that make her great 
As the Mother of the Infant and the Mistress of the Mate. 
And when Babe and Man are lacking and she strides unclaimed to claim 
Her right as femme (and baron), her equipment is the same.

She is wedded to convictions—in default of grosser ties; 
Her contentions are her children, Heaven help him who denies!— 
He will meet no suave discussion, but the instant, white-hot, wild, 
Wakened female of the species warring as for spouse and child.

Unprovoked and awful charges—even so the she-bear fights, 
Speech that drips, corrodes, and poisons—even so the cobra bites, 
Scientific vivisection of one nerve till it is raw 
And the victim writhes in anguish—like the Jesuit with the squaw!
So it comes that Man, the coward, when he gathers to confer 
With his fellow-braves in council, dare not leave a place for her 
Where, at war with Life and Conscience, he uplifts his erring hands 
To some God of Abstract Justice—which no woman understands.
And Man knows it! Knows, moreover, that the Woman that God gave him 
Must command but may not govern—shall enthral but not enslave him. 
And She knows, because She warns him, and Her instincts never fail, 
That the Female of Her Species is more deadly than the Male.

Rudyard Kipling


  1. Superb paintwork - and a classic tail by Kipling - excellent

  2. Great figures, lovely pink and an epic poem....

  3. Thanks for this I really enjoyed it.

  4. Bravo.... Splendid work on the ladies... like the pink pugaree. I love Kipling.

  5. No "Damsels in Distress" for us!

  6. They are lovely painted and just look wonderfully. Bravo

  7. Fantasticly done paintjob in both. Great poem as well. I feel educated to have read it :D

  8. Gentlemen, my thanks to all for the kind comments. They were great fun to do, but the saintly Mrs. Awdry did question my motivation for painting the young lady with such a huge bottom!

  9. Great Job!
    Well you can always tell the Mrs. that the answer is 'yes, those pants do make her butt look big';)

    1. I think that the Saintly Mrs A would have swift recourse to a hockey stick following a line like that!

      Pip pip

  10. Cracking Ladies there Sir! I must give mine the proper attention too.

  11. Cripes! I had no idea that Kipling wrote that!!

    I thought it was just from a pop song LOL, seriously!

    Great painting as per usual.


  12. Great painting and a great poem too!! Sounds a bit like my Mrs?

  13. Gosh I missed some great post here last weeks. Always fun and inspirational to visit and look what special stuff you created now. The Wilderness Camp is just awesome, wonder how you will beat this one in the future…Cheers, Michael

  14. Very well done and nice smooth tones!


  15. Michael those are great been painting a lot this week myself my daughter sitting next to me reading aloud Kipling!must let her see this one!1

  16. I can see you have a dab hand with the painted ladies you bounder.
    The basing really compliments these figures and a nice touch with the poem.

  17. The ladies really look good with the make up you gave them!



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